Tram number 48 is fun, ringing its bell, as well as yesterday, as already a quarter of a century, rode along the embankment past the luxurious botanical garden, where I seemed to have spent all of my childhood. This was probably the only old man in the park of new, beautiful giants. But amazingly, despite his clumsiness and small capacity, he enjoyed incredible popularity among the residents of our small town. I was no exception. Some memories from childhood surfaced every time, as soon as I stood on the little steps of this history keeper. He, like a tied little dog, runs along a path, rigidly outlined by someone's hand.

Today, it seemed, was no different from all the previous days of this fast vain life, which lives almost every person on this big planet. Unless I had one premonition in the morning, something told me at the moment of awakening, get up, have fun, get dressed and go to battle, today is your day, go ahead.

And now I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for my old red friend. Behind the bend, his sonorous trill was already heard, notifying everyone of his approach. I, as usual, having paid for the passage, pressed in at the end of the tram to the rear window. But what is it? What suddenly stopped me, forcing my whole body to strain? Smell. This amazing fragrance of freshness, which exuded a creature that looked more like a girl than a girl, but a lump of energy that shone like gold in the morning sunlight. It seemed like a mirage, so tender she seemed, so fabulous she looked. Through the open window of a mischievous wind, her hair, which had been gathered into a flirtatious tail, ruffled. Their bright red color evoked previously unknown sensations in me. What is it, just a game of my young fantasy or temptation, testing my loyalty? God knows what other thoughts came to my mind at that moment, but, looking at her, it was difficult to understand even where I was. Spellbound, I stood and could not tear my eyes from her. People from behind began to press more and more.

She suddenly raised her huge eyes and looked right not at me. In any other situation, I would look away in an instant. No, now I was a rabbit, which is experiencing all the charms and the power of hypnosis boa. What line of eyebrows, what refined features of her royal beauty. The little red lips were slightly open and through them the milky-colored teeth were barely visible. Her hair pulled back revealed her flawless face shape. She languidly closed and opened her eyes. Oh, what those eyes were. I have not heard anything, only the rhythm of my heart, which was torn and pushed me to her.

Suddenly, the crowd, as if awakened again, and a new wave of onslaught, like a wild wave of the sea, lifted me up and began to carry me directly onto it. I was on the crest of a wave. The distance between us was decreasing at an incredible speed.

Moment of touch. Time stopped. There was nothing else around us. We were not in the tram, we were not pressured passengers, we did not hurry. She inhaled sharply, as if afraid of something, and, holding her breath, looked me straight in the eye. I was still under the hypnosis of her charming bottomless eyes. She began to breathe often. With every breath, her chest touched mine. This seemed to excite us both, given the increased rhythm of her breathing. I myself did not notice how my male beginning began to remind myself of rhythmic pulsation. After a moment, she felt this ripple. She held her breath again for a moment. Her hands, which held in front of a small female handbag, suddenly opened it, and she fell to the floor. But not one muscle did not twitch on her face. And now I felt them there. There, from where came the desires of carnal passion. I felt a shiver of her fingers. She frantically fingered them as if she was looking for something. She squeezed him tightly, closing her eyes and inhaling the salty fresh air from the embankment.

For moments I felt pain, but this was a sweet pain - pain turning into a feeling of pleasure. I slowly, as if afraid of something, began to slowly raise my right hand and, barely noticeably, touched her thigh. Her thin calico skirt, not hiding anything, revealed to me all the beauty of her hips. It seemed that the skirt was not at all. I gently slipped down and, feeling the hem of her skirt, stopped. My little finger touched her uncovered leg. Have you ever touched velvet? It was with him that one could compare her tender, child-like skin. I began slowly, but confidently climbed over her thigh. My hand was already under the skirt. I felt light, like the feathers of lace of her satin panties. She took another sharp and deep breath. I stopped for a moment, but then I continued my religious procession with such determination, as if I knew what would happen next. I got under the gum, which yielded to me so easily, as if waiting for me, and was ready to accept.

My fingertips felt a ball of hair. The pleasure of touching this part of the body will not be able to express any man. This is perhaps the limit of pleasure. She twitched slightly. But this time I did not stop. I slipped to her wet, genital lips. They seemed to breathe. Like the crater of a volcano, they burned with fire. My middle finger, like a seasoned tracker, found the place that throws a woman into a shiver. It was her clit. Small and smooth, he can give a woman indescribable pleasure. She was no exception. She let out a barely audible moan. No one turned around and paid attention to it. In order to hide her moans, she dug her lips into mine. Bite me and kissed at the same time. From the side it seemed that we were just a couple of lovers. But no one saw our hands. They were the ones who made love. They gave us heavenly pleasure. She squeezed him tightly, without releasing him for a moment. Her right hand touched mine.

She confidently took it and began to set the trajectory of its movement. And now two of my fingers penetrated deeply, to their entire length, into it. She rhythmically moved my hand. I moved my fingers a little, and at that moment it shook, like a high-rise building in an earthquake. She bit my lip painfully and, clenching it with her teeth, for some time did not let go. I felt that my fingers were squeezing with a fierce force with some kind of incredible grip. She closed her eyes, squeezed them tightly. After a while the shiver began to pass. But she did not let him go. Another minute we stood nestled to each other. Then her fingers began to slowly unclench, her bite smoothly turned into a kiss. It seemed that she, like a tigress, trying to lick the wound of the cub, gently licked my lip.

In the meantime, people came out and entered the tramway, which for us was a castle of pleasure, a paradise that arose in this busy and full of problems. The tram suddenly became empty, and no one prevented us from moving away from each other. But they were merged together. No force on this planet can separate us. Except: Except waking up. Yes, yes, it was a dream:

And now, I'm standing at the bus stop, waiting for my old red friend. Behind the bend, his sonorous trill was already heard, notifying everyone of his approach. What awaits me today, who awaits me in it?